Mr.Home was already on the platform.
"You'll have to ballast your next way bag, boss," said Charley, gravely, as it escaped his clutches once more in the dust of the road, "or you'll have to make a new contract with the company.

We've lost ten minutes in five miles over that bucking thing." Home did not reply, but quickly dragged his prize into the office, scarcely noticing Mrs.Baker, who stood beside him pale and breathless.
As the bolt of the bag was drawn, revealing its chaotic interior, Mrs.
Baker gave a little sigh.

Home glanced quickly at her, emptied the bag upon the floor, and picked up the broken and half-filled money parcel.
Then he collected the scattered coins and counted them.

"It's all right, Mrs.Baker," he said gravely.

"HE'S safe this time." "I'm so glad!" said little Mrs.Baker, with a hypocritical gasp.
"So am I," returned Home, with increasing gravity, as he took the coin, "for, from all I have gathered this afternoon, it seems he was an old pioneer of Laurel Run, a friend of your husband's, and, I think, more fool than knave!" He was silent for a moment, clicking the coins against each other; then he said carelessly: "Did he get quite away, Mrs.
Baker ?" "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," said Mrs.Baker, with a lofty air of dignity, but a somewhat debasing color.